In plain sight

Chap 8: fantasy

Jimin squeezes his steering wheel painfully hard, still seething in anger at his overprotective husband. He didn't understand why he reacted so aggressively to finding out he's working with the police. To Jimin he was being stupid, all he was doing was writing a story. It wasn't anything new, he does stories all the time how was this one any different.

Jungkook could sometimes try his patience, push him to the edge until he just wanted to burst and scream his lungs out. He can't even spend a night at home but can criticise his job. It was utter insanity, Jungkook really didn't trust him to do his job. Jimin sometimes felt he barely knew the man, the way he'd acted or spoke shocked him. In the blink of an eye he could turn into someone completely different, someone he didn't recognise.

He groans when he grips the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning a harsh white. He couldn't think, his mind only racing with anger towards his husband. He'd never run out of the house so fast, he could barely get away from him when he tried to leave.

Jungkook desperately wanted to stop him, gripping his wrist and demanding he stay.

"You're not leaving Jimin! You are not allowed to fucking go. I'm not letting you." Jungkook slams the bedroom door shut, yanking Jimin back aggressively.

"You're not letting me? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm a grown man Jungkook, I can make my own fucking decisions." Jimin scoffs at him, pushing at his chest.

Jungkook tugs at Jimin's wrists, forcing him against the wall while Jimin presses his hands firmly into his shoulders to try push him away.

"I don't want you getting hurt, I'm only thinking about you Jimin. I care about you! You know that." He roughly holds the sides of Jimin's face, forcing him to look at him.

"If you were thinking about me you'd trust me on this Jungkook! You're being stupid. What is this Jungkook? What is this really about?" Jimin squirms in his hold, shoving, punching at him in rage.

Jungkook flicks his tongue, sticking it into the side of his cheek. He groans out of frustration, leaning forward to rest his head against his. His thumbs rubbed circles around his cheeks, they both were breathing heavy.

"I don't want you getting hurt, I need you Jimin, Bailey needs you. You shouldn't be doing this, you're not a police officer. It's not your job to hunt down killers, your job is to be a father and a husband." He tightens his hold on Jimin, like if he let go he'd disappear.

Jimin didn't speak, his mind racing, rage boiling inside him that Jungkook was trying to control him. Using their son against him as leverage because he knew it would work.

"Don't you dare bring Bailey into this! I am being a father unlike you. Where have you been every night? Why do you always come home late? You're the one not being a father or a husband here!" Jimin snaps back at him, trying desperately to shove him away.

Jungkook froze slightly at his words, giving Jimin the strength to push him back. He stumbled back, blankly staring at him while he tried in desperation to find an answer.

"This isn't about me Jungkook, this is about you being an absent father and nonexistent husband. I'm sick of you coming home late, going to cuddle me in bed and tell me how sorry you are and how you'll make it up to me. When the fuck will you make it up to me huh? Fucking me won't work this time, I'm not letting you just get away with everything by having sex." He lets out all his bottled up emotions, the anger he's been keeping locked away for so long comes tumbling out.

"Jimin-." Jungkook goes to touch him only for Jimin to push him, forcing him to almost stumble to the floor.

"Don't Jungkook! Fucking don't." Jimin looks at him like no husband should, the pain in his eyes pure and aching.